I'm hornier than a three peckered billy goat but that has nothing to do with driving our country off a cliff by collectivists and me wanting to stop it.
Jukin you are the Bees Knees .
Had 2 Nubian Goats female that were about the size of a small pony, when the girls went into heat they would run at each other to smack horns making a crack that could be heard for a mile or so. They were signaling to the male goats in the area that they were ready for a party.
Couple days of this and up the road came this little black shaggy billy huffing and puffing with a wild look in his eye.
Now the Nubian's wandered about free in the yard and stayed close to the barn so they were not penned or tied .
Here came Barnacle Bill the Sailor ready to RUMBLE with anything that got in his way of a good time [ 3 ] some. Did that old boy smell, problem for him was he was of a different breed of goat and only half the girls size.
There was no way this party was going to work for the Billy, he was short by a good foot from the promissed land.
As I had never been around goats before I moved to the farm I got an education on the power of sex. Had that goat had 3 peckers I would have shot him then and there.
This little fella slimmed both goats, my car, the porch, the sides of the house and tried to interest a cow in a little fun. It was horrid, The smell alone would give you nose bleeds. Only way I could get to my car was to throw peanut M&M's into the tall grass so he would go looking for them.
We finally found the owner and he came and after a interesting hour finally got his goat tied down in the back of his truck.
Thanks for the memory's Jukin, sometimes if you're a goat, life is just not fair, the good girls are too big to handle.
